The summer I was nine, I decided to be a painter.
My dad did sculpture, and painted, it seemed like destiny! Armed with canvas and a Monet book, I painted every day, hour after hour. By the end of the summer I concluded "I am not a painter".
Many years later, I picked up "Drawing on the Right Side of the Brain" and so began my foray into art again. Starting in graphite (in a realist way), experimenting with watercolour and acrylic, I finally settled on oil.
The dynamics of people and animals - their presence, joy, beauty - this is what inspires me.
My studio is in Toronto, and I can finally say "I am an artist".
And no, I don't paint like Monet!